“You’re welcome,” I replied.
As the conversation lapsed into silence, I noticed blinking red lights in the corner of my vision. Geez, how many cameras were on us? I liked talking to Mylo, but this was more attention than I’d bargained for.
My plan flashed like a neon sign in my mind. I wasSaffron. I had to remember that. The point of this scheme was to throw omegas off his trail so nobody fell in love with him.
But I didn’t want Mylo involved. He seemed like a nice guy, and I didn’t want to lead him on just for “Saffron” to break his heart.
“Yo!”
Speak of the devil.
Saffron—the real one—came running towards us. I hoped he didn’t call my name. I didn’t want to repeat the argument we’d had in front of Crimson.
Thankfully, he didn’t. He came to a stop in the sand and blew out a breath.
“Hey, what are you doing all by your—” Saffron stopped when he noticed Mylo. A curious expression crossed his face. “Oh. You’renotby yourself.”
I guess he hadn’t seen Mylo because I blocked his view. The omega was pretty short, after all.
Mylo froze like a baby deer. “Hello...”
I seized the chance to talk before Saffron could. “This is my twin. And this here’s Mylo.”
“Hi,” Mylo repeated. Thank Holy Drake he was too shy to say the fake name I’d fed him.
“Hey, nice to meet you,” Saffron said. He sounded exhausted, like he’d uttered that line a thousand times tonight. Maybe that’s why he didn’t notice I hadn’t introduced him properly. Turning to me, he added, “Dude, I’m swamped. Can you come distract people?”
I held back a scoff. Now that he finally got romantic attention, he was overwhelmed by it. Should I feel guilty over myI-told-you-soattitude? Yeah. But I didn’t.
“Hmm... How badly do you want help?” I asked.
I knew I was being evil. But hell, it was fun.
I noticed Mylo glancing between us. That tickled me, too. Nobody on this entire island could tell us apart. Why hadn’t I ditched the hair dye sooner? This was awesome.
Except Mylo’s shrewd brown eyes scrutinized me a little closer than I expected.
I shrugged it off as paranoia. No way could he tell the difference between me and my twin, especially since we met literally five minutes ago.
Saffron groaned. “Badly. Come on, please.”
My heart clenched. Even if it was for something as meaningless as this, Saffron needed me. That was a good sign.
“All right, I’m coming,” I said. “See ya, Mylo.”
He weakly raised a hand. “Bye.”
As we left, Saffron asked, “By the way, why did you kick a contestant off the show?”
“How’d you know about that?”
“There was a commotion near you that spread like wildfire. I heard people gossiping about it.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I did, and I’d do it again. Some fuckhead made fun of Mylo’s weight.”
Saffron’s brows rose. “I didn’t know you cared that much.”
Honestly, I didn’t realize I cared until that moment, either. It didn’t matter that I barely knew him—I just couldn’t stand hearing someone talk about him negatively.
